The Lessons Of Politics !

Here I present a Poem in which a Senior pro of politics gives some special lessons to his Junior Counterparts.

Here is how he Conveys.

Welcome to the world of Politics,
A paradise for the corrupt frolics,
Today,I pass over some special tactics,
that will aid your survival in this world of politics.

Never forget to fake promises,
to this country’s masses,
“Devloped will be our nation”,
While you go abroad on vacation.

A small steal,
is a no big deal,
Kiddos,this is corruption,
Amount better be in billion and trillion.

An inquiry comittee ‘ll be set up,
that ‘ll just not show up,
conducted will be inquiry rounds,
You still being out of bounds.

For sometime,it ‘ll be news,
A crazy man will throw his shoes,
Another will book a slap,
While people just look and clap.

You may be sent to Tihar,
Or the jail in Bihar,
but ‘ve no hesitation,
as if on a virtual vacation.

Though, you ‘ll be so well served,
Sooner, You ‘ll be bored,
but, there’s just nothing to worry,
coz u ‘ll be set free in a hurry.

You, then get a clean chit,
so that you yet again cheat,
Kiddos, this is our nation,
it has ample opprtunities for corruption. 

Welcome to the world of politics,
A paradise for the corrupt frolics.

Mandeep Singh

Delhi Technological University

memandy48@gmail.com

http://fodumandy.blogspot.com/

The Awakening

We stand in a crowd,

Amidst the deafening shouts,

Looking at the faces that are to run “our” nation,

They seemed like angels descended from clouds.

Masquerading Gods,

Up on a street stroll.

They grabbed our wrists,

Showed us visions of better tomorrow,

A nation having no sorrow,

A country having a better morrow.

Naive are we to not to see the twist,
Hollow lies hiding behind the deceitful mist. 

It took no time to comprehended that….

The promises that stood,

were lies through and through.

Things we were made to believe,

were just the trickery hiding upon their sleeves.

The visions we were made to see,

were contrasting to the stark reality.

Soon the mist cleared,

The devils were out in the playground.

Ferocious eyes,Empty bellies,

Black hearts inside white khakis.

Lies dancing upon their face,

Stomach to be filled with greed,

Thirst to be quenched with betrayal,

In a blink-of-an-eye,scenario was naked and clear. 

They are the ventriloquist,

With the strings of “our” nation in their fist.

We saw the nation being smothered,

yet we stood helpless though bothered.

We saw the nation being asphyxiated,

yet we stood hopeless and devastated.

We saw the ‘golden bird’ being ripped off its feathers,

yet we stood numbed with our hearts being shattered.Ohh!! I remember that December,

when the movement erupted from a small chamber.

Awareness rose,

Patriotism bloomed,

And we arose to fight against the future that was doomed.

AWAKENED from within,

We started to detest the system,

Vendetta was planned by “we”, the victim.

I remember the fall of the monarchy,

Tyranny was defeated by the “People’s Army”…

Ohh!!I remember that December,

that marked our AWAKENING and when the movement erupted from one small chamber….

Ohh!!I remember…!!!!!!

Kalpit Tandon
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
kalpittandon@gmail.com
http://kalpit-tandon.blogspot.in/